A face as beautiful as jade, eyes like pink crystals, her short silver hair slightly disheveled yet exuding a lazy sensuality.
"Phoebe?!"
At fifteen, he looked at the face so close to his, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Both of them clearly slept on either side of the child, how did she end up in his arms?
"You sleep a bit longer; I'll take care of her."
Phoebe gently withdrew her arm from his embrace, turned over, and took the crying child into her arms.
At fifteen, he regained his senses, not having time to think too much, hastily got up to help Phoebe.
Fetching diapers, pouring hot water...
The two of them worked together seamlessly, quickly settling the little one.
With a pacifier in her mouth, the little one with wide-open eyes, drank while turning her bright eyes around, observing the surroundings.
At fifteen, sitting to one side, watched Phoebe feed the little one, recalling the earlier events.
